r18novel Chapter 150 Killing is not the goal, killing is merely a means.
Chapter 150 Killing is not the goal, killing is merely a means.
Chapter 150 Killing is not the goal, killing is merely a means.
The sword flashed fiercely, leaving two streaks, one blue and one white, in the darkness, leaving behind countless severed limbs and a ground littered with the sorrowful remains of the dead.
They struggled, they gathered together, they rose, and as if nothing had happened, they once again surrounded the Taoist wielding the twin swords.
Modi had just carved a bloody path through the crowd when, in the blink of an eye, that path was filled in, and the malevolent monsters continued to swarm around him, once again becoming victims of his sword.
"Unkillable? Yes, because of the special nature of the mind, as long as they don't want to die, they won't die, unless I kill them to the point that they don't want to live anymore, or they don't want to face me anymore."
Although he was the main subject of this mental space, the existence of those things took away his control over this space.
Their sheer number diluted his authority to the point that he could only interfere with himself, manifesting his own power and weapons.
The sword, Yuan Tu A Bi, emitted a resounding clang, trembling almost imperceptibly at an extremely high frequency. A drop of blood spread outward from the patterns in the middle of the sword, quickly staining the entire blade.
This is their true nature; the original bluish-white color on the outside was merely a constraint.
The crimson twin swords, radiating malevolent energy, shot out like lightning, their ends trailing a line of blood, leaving traces along their path as if threading a needle.
Without exception, everyone who touches the bloodline will see its true nature.
It was a miniature blackish-red river. From the outside, it looked only as thin as a thread, but once touched, it would reveal its ferocious side.
The blood surging up from the bottom of the river will drag those who touch it into the depths of the River Styx and drown them. Even if they can keep regenerating, they will be imprisoned by the River Styx and can only struggle bitterly in the river.
The source of all the blood lines was in the red-robed Taoist's sleeve; the crimson at the cuff resembled a calm lake of blood.
"Roar!" The dragon roared, and the sound wave sent all the creatures on the road flying, crashing heavily into the Taoist in the center of the encirclement.
At the same time, five more dragon roars erupted from the darkness.
Modi's eyelids twitched. He reached into his sleeve, pinched the six blood lines, and pulled them out.
The six tributaries of the Styx River condensed into a blood-transforming divine blade, its crimson light flashing as each met a dragon's roar.
At the moment of contact, the blood blade paused only briefly before severing the invisible roar, continuing its sweep across the void towards the source of the sound: "Nilflheim, Fianna, Morthas..."
Mordi murmured the names of these dragons, all of which had died at his or Elena's hands.
Now, they have resurrected in the Mind Space, only to shatter his will and make him submit to them, the dead. "Fortunately, Audurian has not resurrected, nor could he. You bunch of defeated soldiers are not worth mentioning."
After observing for a period of time, he discovered that enemies whose essence was immortality would not appear in this space.
Perhaps this has something to do with the uniqueness of immortals; in any case, this is good news for Mordy.
If he were to deal with Aldurian, Frostbite Spider, and the Mountain of Corpses at their peak, it would be almost impossible for him to do so without being able to use the Book of Blood or Blood Shadow Substitute.
As for the others, he's not afraid of any more coming.
"You killed us once, but you can't kill us a second time."
The outline of the ice dragon reappeared; its head had been restored, but a bloodstain remained on its neck.
That Blood-Transforming Divine Blade just now caused it quite a bit of trouble.
"Here, as long as we don't want to die, we won't die."
An aged voice rang out, and a blue dragon emerged from the darkness.
Next came the red dragon, the green dragon, the black dragon...
Contempt, resentment, jealousy... all sorts of emotions materialize in this special space, permeating the surroundings.
Arrogance became their scales, anger their claws, and jealousy their weapons, all held firmly in their grasp.
"In this strange space, our emotions can be truly transformed into power, and this ability is no longer yours alone," the ice dragon said in a deep voice.
As a derivative of the Twisted One, they also know the power of the Mind Seed.
That ability to transform emotions into strength is the key to how the person before you overcame them.
And now, they have also mastered this ability.
"We have tens of thousands of people who died because of you. Each of our emotions can be transformed into power, but you are just one person. What makes you think you can compare to us?"
As they spoke, countless emotional derivatives emerged.
A four-legged beast crawling in the shadows, a burly deer-headed man wielding a steel pipe, swollen, floating balloons of human heads...:
Furthermore, there are many more abstract derivatives, so much so that even Mordy couldn't discern what emotions they symbolized.
His lips twitched. The steel-tube deer-headed man with the hungry look in his eyes was one thing, but what was with that cockroach-headed twin-tailed guy?
"You ask me what gives me the right?" He looked away, refusing to look at those abstract derivatives, his suppressed killing intent stirring within him.
"Based on this murderous intent that arose from that annoying murmur, and also from you all."
Emotions can be transformed into power, and so can his killing intent.
The moment the thought arose, the killing intent was no longer restrained, spreading outward from his body and materializing in the mental space.
Blood mist filled the air, and countless blurry figures appeared within it.
Their faces were shrouded in mist, making their features indistinct, revealing only a pair of eyes filled with murderous intent.
They carried weapons such as machetes, chainsaws, and baseball bats, all stained with blood, looking like serial killers from a horror movie who, upon appearing, would indiscriminately slaughter their surrounding enemies.
"Jack the Ripper, the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Jason Voorhees (the Crystal Lake killer), Freddy Krueger... ...Why are all my derivatives serial killers?"
"You are a born killing machine. Once you start killing, you will never stop. Even without us, you will eventually be unable to control your killing intent. These are just some manifestations of your inner self."
The blue dragon bit down firmly and unleashed a roar that overwhelmed the surging murderer.
"This battlefield is nothing but slaughter, and even we are a manifestation of your own mind. Your so-called goodwill towards the outside world is nothing but a pretext. Have you ever recalled what it felt like to kill for the first time?"
"A meaningless question." Mordi dismissed the dragon roar that came toward him, his gaze open and honest. "All my actions are based on my own will. Killing is merely the fastest means to achieve my goals, not the purpose of everything."
"My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror, but you... have disturbed my resolve, you deserve to die!"
A flash of lightning condensed into a dragon-hunting spear in his hand.
In his other hand, a spiritual fire ignited, and the demonic artifact symbolizing death rose from the material realm and manifested on the spiritual level.
As a manifestation of the power of demons, demonic artifacts are unaffected even by those at the level of idealism and the mind.
The laws of the demon god are above all else, unless they encounter an equal being.
"I've always had a slight doubt about whether you are truly immortal."
The Frost Tomb Sanctuary shattered like a mirror, with fragments peeling away and disappearing, gradually being replaced by another space under the erosion of the Deathbird's power.
The grave mounds rose high, filled with an aura of death, with only a few phosphorescent lights emitting a faint blue glow, providing a negligible amount of light to the dimly lit area.
With the blessing of a mid-level demon artifact, Modi successfully regained control of this mental space and turned it into his own domain.
"This demonic artifact symbolizes death. I want to see if you can remain immortal under its power."
As the spirit fire burned, a long-handled scythe was swung out, and death energy transformed into blade light, sweeping towards the group of enemies in front.
Without exception, all the monsters that came into contact with this blade of deathly energy melted into dark gray mist and never recovered.
The blue dragon paused for a moment, its face turning sinister, and led the other dragons to rush onto the battlefield, letting the death energy cut through its scales, leaving streaks of blood on its body, without retreating a single step.
The existence of the demonic artifacts is too much of a counter to them, essentially turning them from survival mode to extreme mode, where they can no longer resurrect infinitely and are left with only one life.
Their enemies, however, remain in survival mode.
As long as the red-robed Taoist's spirit is not exhausted and his will is not broken, he will not die.
"We must break his will before we are all wiped out." A resolute glint flashed in the blue dragon's eyes as he charged forward, taking the lead.
They are distorted derivatives, born from Modi's murderous intent, truly born from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and a manifestation of his true nature.
Their sole purpose is to force him to confront his true nature, to confront the murderous instinct he has denied.
But they did not expect that Modi's acquired will, or Dao heart, would be so stubborn and unwavering.
Conversely, it even negates his own nature, and thus negates their existence.
"The biggest difference between humans and wild animals is that humans are not controlled by their instincts."
The giant scythe cleaved through the grave, carving furrows into the ground.
The red crane lance whistled as Modi hurled his spear, pinning the blue dragon to the spot. Then, he swung his giant scythe, leaving a dark gray mark on its body.
"If I truly accepted your bullshit view that all actions are aimed at killing, how would I be any different from a wild beast?"
The scythe was pulled back, and the dragon crashed down, dissolving into billowing deathly gray mist.
Modi ignored it, turned around, and continued engaging the enemy.
As the giant scythe swung, blood stained the sky, adding a touch of gloom to the Heart Realm.
Outside, it's the middle one of the three carriages.
Inside the car, three girls were chatting excitedly, but a hint of weariness and exhaustion lingered between their brows.
Their few days in Zeshan Village left them physically and mentally exhausted.
Their families were all well-off and used to a comfortable life, so they were not used to the simple, even impoverished, life in the mountain village.
In addition, they were already quite young, and after being away from home for a long time, surrounded by unfamiliar people and things, they gradually developed a longing for home and appeared increasingly haggard.
Now that they could leave the village and return to their long-lost homes, they were half exhausted and half excited.
Seeing that they were young and all girls, the bodyguards gave up their seats and drove the carriage outside.
The carriage was bumpy, so they had to chat to pass the time. As they chatted, the conversation drifted to the red-robed Taoist priest.
The lively girl asked, "Sister Qiao'er, I heard the bodyguards say that the Taoist priest killed over a thousand bandits from Zeshan all by himself. Isn't that too exaggerated? Do you think it's true?"
Su Qiao'er pondered for a moment, then said with difficulty, "It should be true, but it does sound unbelievable."
"I've heard that the Zeshan bandits aren't all ordinary people; many of them are notorious outlaws and martial arts masters," the quiet girl suddenly said.
"Indeed, even though the government troops went on many expeditions, they still couldn't wipe out the Zeshan bandits. It's too much of an exaggeration for one person to eliminate them all... If it were my aunt who had joined Cangjian Peak and had already been promoted to elder, she might be able to do it."
Su Qiao'er thought of her elder and felt a pang of envy.
She had admired this aunt since she was a child, envying that her aunt could be as free and chivalrous as the heroes in the storybooks.
"Your aunt joined Hidden Sword Peak?" The lively girl asked her several questions with a curious look on her face.
Su Qiao'er had no choice but to patiently provide an answer.
Finally, she asked, "Is your aunt married? If so, she must be the young swordsman in white, right?"
"No, not yet." Su Qiao'er shook her head.
She heard that her aunt had many admirers at Cangjian Peak, and her father had urged her aunt several times, but she had been refused each time.
According to her aunt, she already has someone she likes, and she even gave her father a portrait, asking him to help her find someone.
Recalling the contents of the portrait, Su Qiao'er was suddenly startled and subconsciously thought of the red-robed Taoist in the carriage in front.
"No, that's not right. The body shape doesn't match. Compared to the person in the portrait, the Taoist priest is clearly thinner..."
She had seen the lifelike portrait, and the man's imposing figure in the painting left a deep impression on her, even making her blush for a long time.
Su Qiao'er was certain that although the red-robed Taoist looked somewhat like that person, he was definitely not the person in the painting.
Hmm... I guess so.
As she was pondering, the carriage suddenly stopped abruptly, and the three people inside were thrown about.
"Ouch!"
Before they could ask what was going on, Sun Biao's voice came from outside.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
Sun Biao frowned, looking at the man and woman on the road, and muttered to himself, "Judging from their attire, they're probably disciples of a sect; both of them are troublesome."
He knew the nature of these sect disciples very well; they often acted domineeringly and disregarded the lives of ordinary people.
After performing acts of chivalry in inns and streets, most of them would not clean up the mess. They would not compensate for the broken tables and chairs, nor would they clean up the corpses they left behind, leaving the people in a mess.
If he could, he wouldn't want to deal with them.
"Brother, my name is Fu Fangheng, and this is my junior sister Song Ruoying. We are disciples of the Zixia Sect and are on our way to Tianyong City to participate in the Five Sects Grand Competition."
A young man dressed in white, carrying a long sword, with a slightly unruly air, clasped his hands in a fist salute and smiled as he explained to Sun Biao.
Beside him, a mischievous-looking girl in a blue robe pouted. He pulled her sleeve and reluctantly clasped her hands in greeting. Seeing this, Fu Fangheng's lips twitched, but he dared not say anything to his junior sister.
His junior sister was actually the daughter of the Zixia Sect's leader. She was lively and active by nature, and even more unruly than him.
There are only two and a half people in this world who can persuade her, and half of them is him.
After bowing with clasped hands, Fu Fangheng said, "It's still quite a distance from here to Tianyong City. I wonder if you could give us a ride? We'd be happy to offer a reward."
After hearing his words and seeing the silver he took out, Sun Biao's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly, but he was still hesitant.
He dared not make a decision on his own without the Taoist priest's permission.